The Purpose Of Prophets And Poets... Poem by Denis Martindale

Within the human mind at play,
There dwells a spark of love,
Such that the soul and spirit pray
For wisdom that's enough...
Enough to stir the words time stored,
Enough to serve release,
Perhaps to please our God and Lord
And Christ, the Prince of Peace...

For all the exploits Man achieves,
What greater works are done,
In he that pauses and believes
The victories of God's Son...
And blessed by prophets young and old
And psalmists glad or sad,
The poet waits what must be told,
Beyond the truths he had...

That's how and why the poet writes
If seeking higher themes,
Beyond the pleasures and delights
Of merely human dreams...
With aspirations Heaven-bound,
With faith that soars on high,
Determined for whatever's found,
That's caused his skills to try...

And in that blessed creative quest,
The poet presses on,
Till finally, he's done his best
And God's great light has shone...
Such that hope's beacon quells all doubt,
To kindle dreams anew,
When grace and favour's cast about
Among God's chosen few...

For such as these, lost souls, now saved,
The purity endures,
As if upon their hearts engraved
To guide them on their course...
What hope has Man without God's word?
No poets to explain?
No prophets so we can be stirred
To show us what's to gain?

So harken to creative clues,
Lines written rhyme by rhyme,
For prophecies you can't refuse,
For mysteries sublime...
Let kings and angels stare perplexed,
Let preachers study, too,
For wars must come... beware the next...
Its revelation's due...


Denis Martindale July 2016.